I said "No rain in Spain!" He said "It does rain in Spain..."I said "No snow in Kokomo Ontario!"He said "There is no Kokomo Ontario..."I said "You can't beat the heati in Tahiti!"He said "Heati's not a word don't be absurd..."'We battled on the battlementsin very brief bagatellesone serve batted back until we bothwrenched our sacroiliacsand now we're sad sacks for havingwracked and ruined our heart attacksthough in the end no one to defendthe very fact that both parry and tackwere one friend and one friendattempting to make a single blend
it wasn't a battle of witsor a fight to be wonjust an opening to be heardas silence floods the roomgazing at one another, both speakbut where does the listening begin?
she said, that shirt looks stupid.he said, you think i look stupid?she replied, no, the shirt IS stupid.he replied, I'm NOT even WEARING a shirt!she looked, and retorted, the shirt on the hanger.he looked at the hanger, that shirt? he cried.the blue one? he questioned.she sighed and said sarcastically, the red one.he huffed and said ignorantly, what red one??she got up and walked out of the room without saying anything.he followed her and asked, what's wrong with you tonight?she spun in place and stared him in the eyes, what's wrong with me!? with ME!?!
*the devil is in the details“you KNOW i don’t drink two-percent milk,”she said, sliding the half-gallon containerback down to his end of the kitchen island.“what do you mean you don’t drink two percent?i saw you put it on your cereal last weekendwhen we were staying at your parents’ house.”“we’ve been living together for two years and you STILL don’t know what milk i like best.i've become invisible to you, haven’t i?”he stood transfixed amidst hurled accusations,staring at the way her earrings caught the lightand made it dance on her exposed collarbone.
you:scraping every last bit of peanutbutter, fudge sauce, whipped cream,sprinkles from the top of that ice cream sundaeleaving only plain vanilla. me:laying my spoon down.decisive. feeling justified –“i’m done.”